Sick

I've been sick and going to rehearsals with a fever. I know it's not good. I know, I know. But I need the money and I have no insurance.

Friday morning I felt like ass, but I need the money from work, so I decided to go. I only lasted about half a day and I went home. I called the doctor on the unlikely chance that they might have an opening that afternoon, and lo and behold, they did! So I went to the doctor's office and sat in the waiting room for about a half hour. Then I went in and the nurse took my temperature (100) and blood pressure (92/60!). She told me to wait in the room and someone would see me in a minute. I sat there for a couple of minutes and felt so bad I laid down on that little examination bed/table thing and fell asleep. I woke up a half hour later and still nobody had shown up. Finally about five minutes after I had woken up, someone knocked on the door and came in.

It was Melanie, the nurse practitioner, which was fine, because I had seen her before and I knew she was really nice and good. So she examined me, and when I mentioned that I had no insurance she said that she had been thinking of taking a throat culture and sending it to the lab, but seeing as how that would cost too much, she just went and got me some sample antibiotics (a whole bag of them!!) and sent me on my way. She just gave them to me. I'm so impressed. Anyway, I'm taking the antibiotics now and I'm starting to feel better, but I'm still not 100%.

I actually think Ray gave this whatever-it-is (probably strep) to me, because he was up at Faire all those cold weeks during kids days with all those kids who wipe their noses and then hand him money. He had been sick, too, but not feverish (as far as I know), but he never went to the doctor about it. So it's probably his fault. Grrrrr...

This weekend we rented a van and drove up to New York to pick up a daybed from Amy that she's been trying to unload on us for ages. Then, since we had the van, we drove over to Teaneck, NJ to pick up another pinball game that Ray had bought on Thursday. He just happened to mention this to me on Saturday morning, as we started driving to New York, much to my chagrin. Anyway, I have to trust that he knows what he's doing...